Words are a curious lot. Dog, scarf, sister, pint - all dead, static things. But put them in the service of a conjurer and they dance. Christina Quinn's magic is her ability to choreograph simple everyday observation, to have us experience these things as more than a museum. Exploring the dirt and the light of family, relationships, life as lived, and spinning it all into a revelatory universal tango. The joy of a dog rocketing between conspiring...